drag me down | grayson dolan

【eight】

I quickly rush into the large building, still wearing my beach attire and gripping onto my towel. I look very unprofessional going into my job but I don't care. Duke needs to see this information, and I'm not waiting any longer. I get a few judge mental glances as I make my way to the elevator. My heart is pounding as I step into the small area and press the button to the third floor. I quickly untie my messy bun and let my wavy hair come down past my shoulders.

Once the doors open, I step out and walk over to Duke's office. I try not to make eye contact with any of the workers as I pass through. When I arrive at his door, I immediately swing it open.

"Duke." I anxiously call out.

He jumps up from his desk, a puzzled look on his face. "Jacobs, what the hell?"

"I got Asher's license plate." I say with almost too much excitement.

"No way." His eyes widen. "How?"

"Well, first of all he attempted to assault me." I say while digging through my beach bag. I pull out the notepad and place it on his desk.

"What? Are you alright?" Concern grows on his face.

"I'm fine, I kneed him in the groin and then kicked him in the stomach." I quickly explain.

"You what?!" He yells while running a hand through his brown hair.

"He cornered me and put his hand on my thighs. Grayson came in and beat the shit out of him."

He raises an eyebrow with a blank expression taking over his face. "Grayson, huh? He always seems to be around you."

"Now is not the time to be discussing him." I roll my eyes. "Run the plate."

He nods his head and moves over to the large white computer. He punches a few codes into the bulky keyboard, getting into our system. His eyes move down to my notepad while his fingers type in the digits of the license plate. When he enters in the information, the screen fills up with words. I lean in closer to get a better look.

"The jeep is registered to an Asher Dunhill." He says.

"Dunhill?" I laugh with a scoff. "What a name."

"He was born on February 15th, 1965. It says he lives near Venice beach." He shakes his head with a sigh.

"Look at this." I point to the screen and begin to read more of the words. "He was arrested for possession of cocaine. He has multiple felonies."

Duke scrolls down on the mouse pad, opening a whole new world of data. "He spent three months in jails back in 1988. He was also charged for assault."

"He really fits the profile of somebody who would rob a bank." I let out a breath as my eyes look down at my partner.

"What about his group of friends? Do you know anything about them?" He looks up at me.

"No, not even their names." I shake my head.

"This is still awesome, Savannah. Great work." He brightly smiles.

"Thank you." I say proudly with a large grin.

"I can't believe he put his hands on you and I wasn't there to arrest his ass." He lets out a frustrated sigh.

"I can protect myself." I shrug, stating the truth. "And like I mentioned, Grayson stepped in." I try to hide my blush from my own words.

Duke seems to notice my cheeks flush, because he tilts his head. "Aw, does somebody have a crush?"

"No." I scoff while rolling my eyes.